The Makeup Curse
Little did she know that putting makeup on her boyfriends face would lead to so much change in her life.
“It won’t come off!” Ross shouts while franticly wiping his face. “Nothings coming off!”
Becca giggles. She sees her boyfriend rubbing at his made-up face, like he’s trying to buff a car. Standing behind him, she takes hold of a wipe and starts pressing against his lips.
“What….!” Becca says with confusion as she looks at the clean wipe. “I’ve never had an issue with these makeup remover wipes, I don’t understand why it’s not coming off!”
Ross looks up at Becca worried. “I thought you said this would be fun!”
Shrugging her shoulders, Becca gives Ross a wry smile.
“It WAS fun!” she grins. “Always wanted to know what it would be like if you were a girl.”
Ross taps his fingers on the desk. “Well, now you know,” he complains. “Can we just get this stuff off me already? The wig and dress were bad enough, I just wanna be me again.”
Becca grabs his bare shoulders and rubs them gently. “You did look super cute though,” She giggles. “I’m kinda sad you’ve taken it all off.”
Ross turns and gives her a sour look.
Although he’s been trying to remove his makeup for over ten minutes, it still looks completely perfect. Becca couldn’t understand it. She’d never had this issue before.
“It’ll come off,” Becca smiles and continues rubbing his shoulders. “I just can’t believe how excited you got when dressed like that. I’ve never swallowed so much…”
“Focus!” Ross groans interrupting her mid-sentence. “I want this stuff off me!”
Becca lets go of his shoulders and rolls her eyes.
“Ok…ok,” she sighs. “This wasn’t my normal makeup. Let me have a look at what the packaging says.”
Picking up the tube of mascara, Becca runs her index finger down the small print on the tube.
“Did you enjoy it….?” Becca asks him casually as she reads.
“Enjoy what?” Ross replies with a huff.
“Dressing like a girl!” Becca replies in annoyance. “What else do you think I’m talking about…..the weather?”
Ross goes bright red and bashfully hangs his head.
“Kinda….,” he replies quietly.
Becca instantly moves her attention to her boyfriend. Clutching the makeup in her hand, she leans forward and rests her chin on his bare shoulder.
“I think I liked it too,” she whispers softly in his ear.